"I wish somebody would tell me what in the fuck is going on here." The man in the ragged, bloodstained white suit stopped to lean against a wall, adjusting his open collar. Underneath, scratches and bruises abounded, and he looked the sort who'd been through the wringer, as a stray animal, with a curious sort of detachment
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It was hard not to feel a little at a loss for what to do when Nick kept drawing closer, saying words that sent his heart racing faster, that felt good to hear if they really weren't because of the aphrodisiacs in this place...
Things were heating up fast on his end, fast. A little tingle traveling along his nerves with that touh to his hip. He might have swayed towards the other, resisting the urge to press closer. This was pretty damn surreal. But that little voice saying, "No." and "This is Nick." and hell, even, "This is a dude." over and over again shut up pretty damn quick when he was grabbed like that, those words... shit, those words did things to him he hadn't been expecting.
Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, he gave a stiff nod, licking suddenly dry lips. "I..."
Okay, his head was kind of spinning, but he managed a nod yes. This had to be the rashest decision of his life and that was counting the lawn mower bumper cars. "If you ain't gonna freak out later or somethin'."
Seemed pretty damn stupid to be shy now, so Ellis brought up his hands, grasping at the other's suit to pull him a little closer, starting to lean in and close that distance between their lips.
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"Mmmf," He protested against that sweet mouth, almost forbidden to him until now, at the statement about freaking out, but honestly he was too far gone to care, and he was getting everything he wanted and more.
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His fingers went to work feverishly at tugging away the other's jacket, working on opening his shirt, lips quirking slightly into the kiss at that little protested noise he successfully muffled.
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"C'mon...hnnf, c'mere--" He managed between locking lips, yanking down on the pants, "Hold on... I wanna--mmm." Of the kiss, half astonished, half pleased, "--that's good."
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That's good.
Those words earned a little smile. "Yeah... you think it'd be bad or somethin'?"
Breaking away from the kiss briefly, he put his cap on the nearest dresser and toss his shirt away. Saved the trouble later and now he could focus on getting Nick's pants down. He might have been a little hesitant now, movements unsure as he let his eyes meet the other's. "Nick, y'think we should move to the bed or somethin'?"
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He thought about Ellis splayed out across the bed, tried to sound cavalier, only halfway succeeded.
"Sure, if you want." His eyes, focused as they were on the particulars of Ellis's winsome face, hadn't missed the uncertainty, and moved to reassure him the only way he knew how, while he unbuttoned his own shirt and kept his eyes on the other man's exposed chest.
"Y'know, I've seen you running towards a Tank, screaming like an idiot. You can't tell me you're scared of me, can you?"
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So of course he was enthusiastic, eager to please and maybe show off a bit. He wasn't entirely clueless, though definitely not as experienced as he wanted to be. "Think I would..."
He didn't want to do it up against a wall, that was for sure. Though if Nick kept looking at him with that face, he might not care much. that little tease encouraged him to step it up a bit, finally pushing the other's pants down, gaze flitting downwards briefly. "I ain't scared a'you, Nick. I just--"
Ellis paused, letting his fingers trail over what was being exposed of the other's chest--though it was tentative, soft, his hands were rough and calloused. What you got working as a mechanic. "Not like I done this with a guy before. Excuse me for not knowin' exactly what I'm doin', Fancy Suit."
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"Sit your ass down over there and spread 'em."
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He had a feeling Nick was really getting off on all the control and he'll, maybe he was too. Or maybe he just needed this too bad right now to care one way or another. He went to get comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs as instructed and trying, trying, to keep his movements as easy and fluid. He didn't want to look like a clumsy idiot or anything, that wouldn't be sexy. Just uncool. Leaning back on his hands, he looked back to Nick.
Ellis was flushed, expression hazy and wanton, eager and maybe still a little anxious truth be told. But that was easy to ignore with how much he wanted Nick right now. "This how you wanted it?"
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"You doofus," Nick licked his lips, as if pining for a longer taste, and then followed him to the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes on the way. Ordinarily he'd flirt more, make it a long, extended game, hell, even an hour's foreplay, tease-and-deny-and-rinse-and-repeat wasn't out of the question. But this place wasn't ordinary, and although he tried to tell himself it was the drugs, he knew all they were doing was coaxing out feelings he'd tried to keep buried.
"That'll do." He said flatly, leaning down and tracing Ellis's collarbone with one hand. If he was going to praise the other man, Ellis was damn well going to earn it, Nick was sure of that. He licked up one palm, reaching down to slick up his cock, taking a little longer than necessary to make Ellis wait. He loved that look of eagerness, the sense that he was wanted and desired.
He licked up his fingers again and trailed them down between Ellis's legs, rubbing the heel of his palm against the other man's member 'accidentally', before slipping a finger inside him right to the knuckle.
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Nick wanted him--or maybe it was just the drugs but that wasn't a thought that Ellis wanted right now. Not now. His attention was locked on every movement. "Nick..."
He couldn't help that little pleading note to his voice as Nick made one hell of a show touching himself like that. Ellis had to grab the sheets, digging in to fight the urge to touch himself. He just wanted more so damn bad. Then he was getting it, the other touching him, the fingers trailing between his legs sending little electric tingled over his skin and he tried not to tense--really tried. Goddamn, he was about to get fucked by Nick.
The intruding finger felt strange, but the press of his palm against his neglected cock was distracting enough, drawing out a soft moan. Following the urge to touch the conman, he reached out to tangle his fingers in dark locks of hair, tugging him forward, seeking another heated kiss.
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He leaned forward obligingly at the tug, kissing those wonderful full lips again, and then speaking against them, "You're not allowed to come until I say, do you understand? I don't care how good it feels--you're going to ask--my permission."
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As soon as he adjusted more to the sensation of something inside of him, he started to move his hips slightly, rolling them against the other, muscles twitching around the intrusion. As much as Nick wanted to be buried inside of him, Ellis wanted him. "Fu--" His breath hitched again, hungrily pressing into that kiss when it was given, relishing the taste of the other man. God--he could get used to this. That little command only heated him up all the more and his lips might have quirked up just slightly in the kiss.
"Well... What'll you do if I don't ask, huh?"
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"You wanna know what I'll do, I'll--I'll spank you, just like mamma used to." This was not his A-grade material, he could hardly think through the waves of lust, and a moment later he was pushing in, letting out a startled noise at how tight it was. "Auuh-hn. --damn, that's nice."
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That threat earned a hazy grin. "D-damn... Guess I'd better... Listen then huh."
Ellis leaned up then, kissing Nick's neck, lapping at the skin, taking in that familiar scent and anything else that would distract him as those fingers were replaced with his cock. Fingers bit at the gambler's skin, Ellis practically letting out a mewl. He was being stretched to the limit, it felt like, burning up inside but god--he was loving it.
This was Nick.
The guy he'd been trying to get closer to, the guy there... there had been desire for before this no matter how he tried to push that idea away.
And he was enjoying this too. God, that sound he made made Ellis tremble. "Nick," the other's name fell from his lips in a long, deep moan against the man's ear.
He rolled his hips again, urging him to move and as an afterthought, murmured a soft, "Please..."
Nick was getting off on that sort of thing, right?
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"Yeah," He breathed, pulling out slow and then ramming back in, all the way, starting a steady clip, "Yeah. You can tell them about--the time--Nick gave you the dicking--you were begging for, deep and fast and hard--and you're not gonna sit comfy ...for a week, Ellis. Say please again--louder."
Nick was definitely getting off on that.
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